Do We Need To Search For God?

Behind me the sun rises from the horizon, it's yellows and oranges streaking across the hills, sending its tendrils of light and energy forth, as if it was streaking  across the Earth, seeking the life it sustains. In the morning light I behold the beauty of a new day. Colors of the fall, greens and yellows and browns, and a seemingly surreal blue sky as its background. It almost seems like some creation, some fantasy. There is a surreal emotion attached to the dawn. I can feel the power and energy each dawn brings. Rejuvenating!

I watch a flock of sparrow's, hundreds strong, weaving across the sky, dipping and dancing like a feather on the wind, each a part of the whole. I look at a single tree, gnarled branches of black and brown, green and golden leaves, and it almost brings tears to my eyes with the beauty it holds. Just one tree. Or none branch. Just one moment.

The air is cool and crisp, filling me with what seems to be such joy, a wave of contentment and passion of life. The sunlight warms my back, and I can feel the tingling as if some energy fills my soul and touches my spirit. I spend time contemplating life - not the mysteries of life, for they should remain mysterious, movements by the hand of God - but life. The tree, a deer feeding on the hillside, the graceful hawk gliding on the soft currents of air. The rocks and soil - all that exists, for each truly has a life of its own, whether it breathes or not. The universe is so vast, unfathomable by the mortal mind, atoms swirling and turning through the circle of life.

Each of us is such a marvel, millions of atoms and elements in this vast emptiness that have come together to form the physical entity that we are. In the randomness of the universe, what scientific theory or study could ever calculate the odds of life as we know it to simply develop and exist. The hand of God sweeps through the universe life a fishermen's net, collecting all that it needs, and that which is not needed passes through the net. In this way each of us, this physical shell that we think of as us, is formed. Yet this shell, this body, is just that; a shell. A collection of atoms, magically constructed and bound together.

When I think of God, I do not think of him as some bonded element, but energy and spirit, like a river of grace floating through the fringes of all existence. There have been moments of prayer, meditation and reflection where for the briefest of moments it seems like I have somehow touched that essence of all that is. I do not believe my soul, this spirit and energy that is the real me, was ever created simply by the bonding of millions of atoms and elements. My soul, my essence, was and is a creation of God, a single drop from that massive river of life that is God, flowing through all of existence. God took that single drop, that miniscule piece of all that is wonderful, and placed it within this physical collection of cells that he so graciously created so that I might feel the physical essence of life.

When these atoms can no longer sustain the life that they finite bonding hold, they will return again to the elements of the universe; swirling through time and space until they are again caught up in the nets of God to be reformed and reworked into some new miracle he should desire.

I believe the circle of life is God's true way, and Gods true love. When the physical being that I am passes, my soul and essence will returned and rejoined with the flow of God, sparkling and shinning through the universe until some day, like rain from the clouds, that spirit falls again in a single drop from the heavens. It is said we are all a part of God, and God is a part of all of us. I believe this to be so true. If I sit in the morning light, casting out all fears and doubts, losing the physical demands and the physical presence that I think is the real me, I can truly feel the blessings of the grace of God, lifting my soul, filling all that I am with a wondrous spirit of promise. 

Too many times we search for God, and we are like the blind, reaching and trying to feel our way, when all we have to do is sit back and open our eyes and truly see. Everything I see and feel; the blade of grass, the suns rays, whispers of the wind, the feel of the rock and the sight of the sky; we have but to look. They are all God.

October 3, 2003 ~ Faith, Healing and God